Beulah.

Isaiah 62:4

Beulah

Here in this desperate moment
This tortured quiet
There is a heaving brokenness
A screaming struggle
And out of exhausted silence
Surrender…

For this is where we were called to come
This is what grace smells like
The rotting stench of decaying flesh
For this is what beauty looks like
The blood shot eyes of a filthy whore
This is what righteousness sounds like
The screeching wail of a haunted prisoner

This is where we were called to come
This is Beulah

For forgiveness is now placed in the dirtiest bloodiest hands
And joy in the forsaken shattered heart

My Lord
My God
My Jesus
My Passion
My secret hiding Place

In You there is home
In You the bandages fall away and I am new, radiant
A divine wonder, a daughter of the King

I am among the people who have Life
We know how to rejoice because we’ve only known death

This is Beulah

This is finally the place my soul can rest…



Hallelujah
Amen.

written November 30, 2008

To my Jesus,
Words cannot express my praise
My heart breaks over Your sacrifice
You are my only One
I will love You and I will thank You all the days of my life...